Last week, I stick my finger up a guy’s ass during a blow job. He likes it so much our next date is buying a strap-on together. There’s more to the story but I think it’s easier to just get the important part out in the open. Talking about sexual exploration and actually trying new things are completely different actions. After many years of sexual repression, I’m making an effort to talk less and do more. Continue reading Pegging
This new video series actually deters me from trying out cosplay at PAX. I’m starkly off-center from the average con-goer and old fears emerge when I’m among them. Greatly enjoying all my new-thing trying, I still don’t excel in a large group. No reason to call any attention to myself. I tend to get bullied by Gamers. Just as a 4-year old is excluded from the 10-year old’s party games, it’s a circumstance that simply exists no matter how much she wants to change it. That’s how I feel, showing up late to the gunfight with my knife.
At Disneyworld in the 90s there was a state-of-the-art ride that offered a multi-sensory experience inside an alien spaceship. An arena of futuristic chairs encircled a holographic tour guide in the center. Our seats were armed with as many doo-dads as a Dr. Seuss invention and the basis of the experience hinged on reduced visibility. Clever lighting and timed release of things like mist or hot air accompanied the narrative and in-seat surround sound gave the impression of things happening all around the cabin. At one point I even felt an alien brush against me. My 12-year old disbelief was suspended almost the entire time. Continue reading Simulated Reality
I’m observing a 10-year birthday party made up of young boys. About 50% Asian, notable only because it’s not the demographic of my hometown. They are scared of me and my lime green mohawk, maintaining a respectful distance. That’s slightly gratifying but my smile gives me away. I’m just a strange girl typing in the corner, here by the grace of adulthood. Why I’m here is irrelevant. Their opinion doesn’t count. Continue reading 9-year olds
Great writing
Creative directing
Deeply funny comedy
That only lacks subtlety
The silverfish
Make up for
The Kardashians
A “racist” punch
At the end
Foreshadows
Glorious darkness.
There’s a Goner Records bumper sticker on the water cooler at the Highline. That’s so cool. Continue reading Doom Metal
It’s not the same. Not at all. There’s a kitchen and there’s a couch but nothing else is even similar. The speakeasy-style setup hearkens back to a world where The Man cares what those kids are up to. Shotguns are good protection in almost any context, especially tower defense. Sandwiched amid dive bars underneath the I-5 overpass, I can’t think of a more appropriate reincarnation of the Black Lodge I once loved. The stage we all wanted in that little house exists in punk rock glory on Eastlake Ave. Continue reading Black Lodge Revisited
In Memphis, local metal and punk bands are booked hand-in-hand. It’s the only way the scene can survive down there. The amalgamation of all loud music into the same niche exposed me to more metal than I’d choose and the raw energy is enthralling. I feel like showmanship counts more than usual when metalheads take the stage. The music demands a presence that other genres don’t have, except maybe pop stars. In Seattle, local bands have room to breathe into their genre of choice and full-on scenes of people to perform for. I’m not convinced this freedom makes for better music. Continue reading Metal Show
3 days into the intensive and my mind is already blown. Observing my pose, the instructors casually mentions that benefits of janu sirsasana are enhanced the more obtuse the angle between my legs. Continue reading Janu Sirsasana